Wow, hard to believe it’s been 4 months on the trail. There must have been progress because I crossover into Massachusetts tomorrow. But a tired part of me just doesn’t  want to leave the tent and hike in the rain up and over two slippery mountain peaks.  But other parts have made this comment to finish, another 705 miles.  I’m reminded of the Greek Myth of Sisyphus, who was punished by the gods for gaining power by being deceitful to his people. (( side note: today he may have been elected president)). But no, Sisyphus’s punishment was to roll a boulder up a mountain and just before he gets it to the top, it rolls down again, striking him as it goes by, the next day he does the same task thru eternity.  That’s how it feels to me each time I climb up then down only to find another up, today will be the same. But mine was not ment to be a punishment, rather a reward, an opportunity to be free from the demands of society and live in nature, like Thoreau. There is something here though when we make commitments and keep them that a part of me feels imprisoned, even punished by it. I will meditate on this today. What are your thoughts??